Ding Feng pushed himself up on shaky arms, looking down at the mess they'd made.
"Looks like we'll need to clean up," he said, his voice still rough from exertion.
He first turned off the stove. Then, he carefully lifted her from the countertop and carried her toward the bathroom. Instinctively, her arms wrapped lightly around his shoulders for balance.
Ding Feng set her down carefully near the sink before turning on the shower water slightly to let it warm.
Shen Jia watched him silently for a while.
Then suddenly she asked, "Will you stay?"
"Huh?"
Shen Jia looked surprisingly calm despite how intimate the question was.
"For the shower," she clarified softly.
Ding Feng stared at her in complete disbelief for several seconds.
Then his already flushed face somehow turned even redder.
This woman—
Seriously.
How could she ask something like that so directly?
"You…" He rubbed a hand against the back of his neck awkwardly. "You really…"
